We the Seekers
Love is in the wind which blows, the rain that falls.....
Love is in the wind which blows,
the rain that falls.
Love's sad sweet melody,
echoes in now deserted halls.
We the seekers,
can never find,
that one true love,
we left behind.
Love is in the night which comes,
a thousand suns,
Love is given only to those;
I have always thought to be the lucky ones.
We the others,
who endlessly wander,
will one day collect love,
the others may squander.
SultryRose's Signatures
Love is in the wind which blows,
the rain that falls.
Love's sad sweet melody,
echoes in now deserted halls.
We the seekers,
can never find,
that one true love,
we left behind.
Love is in the night which comes,
a thousand suns,
Love is given only to those;
I have always thought to be the lucky ones.
We the others,
who endlessly wander,
will one day collect love,
the others may squander.
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We the Seekers
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